A black day in history, though outwardly most fair.
President Lincoln was assassinated in his box at the theatre, last evening, by
J. Wilkes Booth. This atrocious act, which was consummated in a very theatrical
manner, is enough to ruin not the Booth family alone, but the theatrical
profession. Since my Sammy's death, nothing has happened that has given me so
much personal pain as this event. The city is paralyzed. But we can only work
on, and trust in God.
SOURCE: Laura E. Richards & Maud Howe Elliott, Julia
Ward Howe, 1819-1910, Large-Paper Edition, Volume 1, p. 220
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